Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Nico,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.